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Belt buckle undone,
button popped,
zipper unzipped,
pants down to my ankles,
black socks still on,
cock hard in hand;
seven inches of fun
to play with.
Playboy on page eleven,
Centrefold model,
her cunt spread
wide
open like a stage;
she’s a shooting star.
Wet lips and pink nipples,
long, red hair falling
down to the top
of her ass;
I stroke up,
slow it down,
speed up
like a fuck.
My heart thumping,
I can see it beating
through my tattooed chest,
sweat thick on my forehead,
my dick
has come to its grand finale.
With the right tube sock stripped off
my left foot,
I finish with a soliloquy;
curtain call.
button popped,
zipper unzipped,
pants down to my ankles,
black socks still on,
cock hard in hand;
seven inches of fun
to play with.
Playboy on page eleven,
Centrefold model,
her cunt spread
wide
open like a stage;
she’s a shooting star.
Wet lips and pink nipples,
long, red hair falling
down to the top
of her ass;
I stroke up,
slow it down,
speed up
like a fuck.
My heart thumping,
I can see it beating
through my tattooed chest,
sweat thick on my forehead,
my dick
has come to its grand finale.
With the right tube sock stripped off
my left foot,
I finish with a soliloquy;
curtain call.
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